Clayton tolerates the most hurtful, vile shit that Luke says to him with a wince at most before repressing it, dealing with it gracefully, and not taking it out on anyone else. Luke hears Clayton say that he doesn’t need a veterinarian in a high-class scientific research facility and Luke immediately makes it everyone else’s problem.
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🩵🩵🩵 PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE DAD GOJO HAS ME IN A DEATH GRIP
ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ minors / ageless / blank blogs (dni)
satoru spoils his daughter; this mini me created out of the love he shares with you. it's the reason why he's standing in front of the florist and watching the man put together an obnoxious bouquet that's too large for his baby girl to even hold.
but she's obsessed with flowers and wanted to take some home.
"anything else, mochi?" her doting father asks. meanwhile, the florist hides a smile watching satoru in full submission to the small child in his arms.
she's pondering; one finger pressed to her lips, her other hand mindlessly ruffling her father's snowy hair. "hmmm," she thinks out loud, her yearning eyes taking in the rest of the flower shop. "yes, that one, please!"
satoru's expression melts because she has a cute little lisp when she speaks.
father and the florist turn to the bloom of blue hydrangeas, and the sorcerer shifts his gaze back towards the partially made bouquet of mismatched florals on the table. he sees the sympathetic expression in the florists' eyes. the hydrangeas clearly won't fit nicely, and the bouquet is already turning out to be quite pricey.
(not that the price matters, but he's learning that his daughter has expensive taste)
"you sure, my sweet?"
"uh-huh!" she exclaims with a nod, and proceeds to wrap her arms around her father's neck. "they look like you, papa!" she explains, placing a loving kiss on his cheek.
her father buckles from her tender, innocent affection. his cheeks turning slightly pink at the sound of her lips smacking against his skin.
you've always lectured that he needs to put his foot down, but...how can he say no to this kind of love?
the florist chuckles; he doesn't wait for permission, but simply walks around the counter to grab a stem of the hydrangeas and adds it to the bouquet.
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these photos where they're wearing tshirts of the spanish national football team make them look like such normal guys to me that every time i see them i get the urge to delete my blog. they look like they could trash a bar if the team lost
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Simping For A Fictional Character From A Gacha Game Is So Silly Who Would Ever Do That? (i do that :((((((((( )
Barton things because I forgot to post the other thing I drew for his birthday on tumblr oopsies :grin:
Photos of a few different frames under the cut ^^^^^
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trying to empathize w teenage me but god i can't stand that loser
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